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Dementia Endured

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Mike Donohue is a brave man. Courageous, direct, and bold, his blog energizes readers with a passion for action. Dementia Endured gives a hint in the title as to the nature of this talented writer: he will endure. And with a personality like Mike’s, it’s easy to believe that he shall overcome, as well!

His life experiences are opened to the reader, and his journey recovering from alcoholism to adjusting to Alzheimer’s holds its own fascination for visitors to his site. Mike’s strength and determination will remind readers that dementias are one area in which it’s best not to hold any punches.

THIS BLOG IS ABOUT MY JOURNEY FROM AA TO AD.

I have survived alcoholism from which
I recovered thirty six years ago then
Alzheimer's disease with which I was
diagnosed nearly five years ago. Both
have had profound consequence. They
are associated, one leading to the other.

I write about the experience in a book
click on the title to go to it or read more
about it in the column to the right

Saturday, March 17, 2012

The Infinite Moment


  
Lifetimes of ignorance have brought us to identify the whole of our being with ego. Its greatest triumph is to inveigle us into believing its best interests are our best interests, and even into identifying our very survival with its own. This is a savage irony, considering that ego and its grasping are at the root of all our suffering. Yet, ego is so terribly convincing, and we have been its dupe for so long, that the thought that we might ever become egoless terrifies us. To be egoless, ego whispers to us, is to lose all the rich romance of being human, to be reduced to a colorless robot or a brain-dead vegetable. Rinpoche, Sogyal (2009-10-13). Glimpse After Glimpse: Daily Reflections on Living and Dying (Kindle Locations 554-558). Harper Collins, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

The theme of this series of articles following the thought “There is more than meets the Eye”
Is served by the forgoing quote from Sogyal, Rinpoche discussing ego, something which is well known to all of us; it is well known and relied on as our identification and by that our meaning. It is in fact distraction, diversion, something lying in wait for us and continually defeats us in reaching beyond our egos.

The misconstruction we have of the passage of time, we have of the reality of materiality is much the same. What we perceive of it has the appearance of being real; it influences our action; it does all kinds of distraction. But it is damaging to us to believe in its priority of importance to our lives. The trick of life is to learn how to walk away from these as the mighty Ulysses closed his ears so he couldn’t hear as he sailed past the island where the sea nymphs sang their siren song asking him to come and be with them.

The greatest paradox of our life is this: Our experience of life does not include involvement in the passage of time. We know of its passage in retrospect. We are able to see pastime is the days gone before. We do not see the time to come we simply trust it will because each day becomes yesterday on running its course. Why is this? It is because we are constantly present, present in the time known as “now” this instant, and then that too passes into the time that was. 

We live in an infinite moment made up of “Now.” It is a continuous “now!” Now has no before, no after. That makes it what it is in the present moment. It may be affected by before, influenced by before, it may be directed to after, but essentially it stands alone in the moment, the presence of it totally in charge.

“Now,” this present moment is under the direction of whatever power it was that provided us with conception, gestation in the womb, birth into a space/time limited dimension into which we carried our consciousness, not anything more, and forgot a good portion of that consciousness. The lost or forgotten consciousness waits for our return from this dimension. It is however in the nature of this life that we can retain and use some of that forgotten as we evoke the transcendent available to us in this life as discussed in previous essays.

In the unique form our “Life”, that period between our birth and our death, much of the consciousness we carry into life is limited and for the interim is unknown by us. All we know is what the material that constitutes who and what we are in this life is able to perceive and develop knowledge from as we encounter it and apply our consciousness and the latent talents or abilities that come with this existence seem to have.

Like starting the first day of work we do not carry into this new job “Life” a conception of what to expect, a list of achievements we want to accomplish, a plan of how to do it. When we first start dealing with the new day of work, or what it metaphorizes:  “Life” we do so from a clean and blank slate.

We are able to perceive what is within our field of encounter; soon we are able to perceive we are separate and distinct from that which surrounds us. It is at this point our organic brain kicks into action and we commence a time of data observation and data storage, all managed by our consciousness and sorted by this body we seem to occupy.

ONLYTHE MOMENT IS OURS TO DO is an essay posted on April 25, 2009, which discusses the instant in time, the infinite moment, in which we act as the overall plan interfaces with all of the other action of ours linked to it.

The conclusion reached in that essay was this: 
  • ·       Retrospective view is the one insight given us from which we can learn something. When I look back I see this:
  • ·       Everything that happened follows a direct course linked to the events which preceded it leading to it. One after another they all connect. In this way these previous events do influence the subsequent events.
  • ·       It is as if they form a pattern. A pattern I have had little or no hand in formulating.
  • ·       So many of the events are such that there is no way I would have chosen them to happen. They are no more directed by me than was my birth to my parents in the time frame it occurred with the gender choice for me as I entered this life.
  • ·       The degree to which I stepped back out of the way eased the process of the happening of these events. The extent in which I could turn it over, let it be, go with the flow, the easier time the process has reaching its result.
  • ·       As each of these events transpired, one following necessarily on the other, the pattern of them produced in my view a favorable result. Not a pattern I might have chosen. But, not something I would now choose to turn aside. I like the result in spite of what I would have had it be.

 From the foregoing I have come to believe my life has occurred according to plan, not my plan, but a plan, that flowed along on its own terms. I do not know who set the plan, where it came from; whether or not set in some dimension beyond this one in which I find myself, none of it is of material consequence to me.

What is significant about it is the way it seems to happen. Anything I have done to defeat the plan fails or explodes all over me. Usually the plan’s choice of action occurs in spite of me. When I take control of my moments and try to direct my response it makes it harder for the natural consequence of my moments to occur. Having 75 years of living this experience I am convinced this is how it works!

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